After playing it homebody-style for 2 days handling work and dance stuff, Wednesday I take Andre Hatchett out to do a late-birthday celebration for him. I tape the 5 Magazine radio show with him as my special guest, then we head out early to the Dating Game to hear David Sabat spin while we just chill and drink. David played a great set, and a lot of his music reminds me of New York’s Club Shelter. It’s been so long since I’ve hung out with Andre, I’ve really missed him.

Later I head to the Note to drop off magazines, even though I wanted to turn in early. I meet this very drunk guy who kept offering me $500 if I just took care of his pet alligator “Lambchop” for 1 month. I explained to him that I had many many pets in my house that Lambchop would probably eat, but he kept staggering his whiskey breath by my lovely face and insisting “I’ll give you $500 NOW.”

Later a well-known DJ grabs me and insists that “we can’t deny our love anymore” and that “I must feel what he feels.” Wha? Hah? I see his pupils rotating in both clockwise and counterclockwise directions (each eyeball), so I gently try to extricate myself from his vice grip. He will not let me go. Apparently our love is too strong, and that “WHO CARES if the world is fighting us??! They can’t deny OUR FEELINGS!!”

“I GOTTA GO THEY’RE TOWING MY CAR!!!” I yell, and bolt out New-York-subway-mugger-style before my eyeballs started spinning in circles too. I do not miss Chicago.